 Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure;...  Large-Scale Disasters: Prediction, Control, and Mitigation - Page 1edited by - 2008Limited preview - About this book
 | 1984 - 456 pages
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 | Richard Nelson - 2004 - 446 pages
...acting already, Mr. Macready. And acting well. (Forrest smiles, Macready turns to the house.) MACREADY: Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain. Nor...fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements — (From outside, quite near, gunfire and shouts.) FORREST (Screaming): I told you before, to just... | |
 | MacDonald Pairman Jackson - 2004 - 300 pages
...of his daughters' malign will, the elements, against which he will oppose his desecrated nakedness: "You owe me no subscription: then let fall /Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave" (3.2.18-21). Thus, however virtuous Kent's disobedience may seem to us, it nonetheless remains a kind... | |
 | Mary Anneeta Mann - 2004 - 230 pages
...nature, dominance over it. Lear partially exemplifies it: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness! 1 never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription. Then the true relationship reveals itself: . . . Here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised... | |
 | Mary Anneeta Mann - 2004 - 230 pages
...the western mortal that reads into taming nature, dominance over it. Lear partially exemplifies it: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness! I never gave you kingdom, caJPd you children, You owe me no subscription. Then the true relationship reveals itself: . . . Here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pages
...Good nuncle, in; ask thy daughters blessing! Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. LEAR Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor...elements, with unkindness: I never gave you kingdom, called you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand... | |
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